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Lollipop Series- What I Love

Mommy deemed the three-year-old me as an honour Said that I should become a doctor Stethoscope and thermometer are in her gift bag To spark the zeal in me, she set to wave a green flag. Daddy came all running to put a hard-hat on my head Said that I should become a builder like his dad I'll be a great architect, he believed, he already knew He said it's inherited to me and is nothing new. Aunt wanted me to follow her baking love Her skills, no doubt, deserve a bow. Cakes, cookies and all that she bakes will now be taught to me, with no breaks. Uncle Tom said I should inspire the world with my words He weens that they're powerful than the swords. An Orator or a writer, a counsellor or a life coach Be it whatever, he says, I should be there for those who approach. Everyone has their plans for my future Looks like I don't need school or a teacher. I'll be home-schooled and trained every day But should it start right from the 3rd birthday? I'm afraid they'ld stop talking to each other As their dreams for me greatly differ. Keeping their dreams aside for a minute I thought of what I wanted, for a moment. I want to smell the soil when it rains I want to swill down all the snow flakes I want to ride a horse and tame rabbits I want to make friends and take new hobbies. I want to build castles with clay And play Peekaboo with Jill and Jay I want to string the stars and crack the clouds to rain Eat lots of cake and fake a belly pain. I love dirty feet and dusty hair Clay and Crayons is what I care Play, play, play the whole day I plead you all not to block my way.

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Date: 2/22/2022 9:59:00 AM
Play is the language of children; you have said it well in this poem 'I want to smell the soil when it rains I want to swill down all the snow flakes I want to ride a horse and tame rabbits I want to make friends and take new hobbies. "
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Date: 2/20/2022 4:56:00 AM
How I would love to just be able to write poetry all day everyday, to be able to create and play with words, but our business, Proto Personnel of 32 years had other plans, still well known, has grown, cannot be neglected or rejected we are one of hospitals many agencies, we were selected. So 50/50 must pay my attention, only fair, as for both I care. I so understand your 2nd last line of this poem, for I would also like to Play, play, play the whole day. Fantastical write! Hugs, Jennifer.
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Date: 2/18/2022 9:25:00 PM
what a cool look at it and how a child just wants to be left alone to be a kid. looks though like you became what one of your relatives said you would be, the writer.
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Swetha Vangaveti
Date: 2/18/2022 9:36:00 PM
Thankfully not Andrea. They wanted me to become either a doctor or an engineer. To their disappointment, I chose pen instead!! Lol! Now all are happy though!
Date: 2/18/2022 1:05:00 AM
Such a sweet write, straight from the heart... Enjoyed reading Swetha... Have a lovely day... Hugs.... ~ Ani
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Swetha Vangaveti
Date: 2/18/2022 9:36:00 PM
Thanks a lot Ani. :)
Date: 2/16/2022 3:17:00 PM
Great memories, Swetha. Always a blessing everyone thoughtful to encourage you.. Enjoyed reading
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Swetha Vangaveti
Date: 2/18/2022 9:37:00 PM
Thank you Eve. :)
Date: 2/16/2022 12:22:00 PM
I hope you will get to make your dreams come true, Swetha. Variety spices life. Make sure to humour your inner child :) Regards // paul
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Swetha Vangaveti
Date: 2/18/2022 9:37:00 PM
True that!!
Date: 2/16/2022 10:36:00 AM
I hope you get to do all the things you want to achieve in your life..
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Date: 2/15/2022 2:59:00 PM
They do it out of pure love of course, but it goes bit far. I really liked your thoughts about letting kids be kids--life is much to short. Lead your life the best way you know how. Make your own world!
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Date: 2/15/2022 12:26:00 PM
WOW!!! A "Wonderful/Beautiful" write. Kids need to play and live their life. Many times parents will not let this happen. Sad kids become sad adults. Now, let's go play in the rain/clay and then come in and color with our crayons as we eat cake. Have a blessed day................................
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Date: 2/15/2022 11:52:00 AM
Great. You do as you like so long as it is right.
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Date: 2/15/2022 11:45:00 AM
I love this story and also important message! Let children be children and what they are meant to do will then blossom from there. This is a special poem. :)
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Date: 2/11/2022 5:31:00 PM
Swetha, I enjoyed the story and you told it well. I'm so glad you got to be a child in the end. Well written, enjoyed. Blessings ~ Debra
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Date: 2/11/2022 11:49:00 AM
Childhood is bliss, and is not to be missed! A delightful, lovely poem. :)
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Date: 2/11/2022 10:45:00 AM
Ha, ha! Perfect! Adults are from another Universe, aren't they?! ~ The Child in me
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Date: 2/11/2022 6:05:00 AM
After all that, Swetha, you are also a poet, and a wonderful one at that. Love the poem.
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Swetha Vangaveti
Date: 2/11/2022 8:13:00 AM
Oh yeah! Lol!
Date: 2/8/2022 6:11:00 PM
Yep, let them be kids a little while longer. Awaken them slowly, carefully...or they may be startled, feeling little more than shadows, frantic with light. Lovely write! Enjoyed this very much. Joe.
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Swetha Vangaveti
Date: 2/11/2022 4:03:00 AM
True that! Thank you Joe :)

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